Luyện nghe bài hát Bag Em'

(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)

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You Can kiss Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da
You Can Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da

[Sheek
Ai Yo,
It's that shit that make niggas wanna wreck click,(Uh-huh)
Grab your gun and diss niggas to dick,
Buck go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin)
Like that nigga bitch, make her suck something, (Suck somethin)
Wild out, D-Block shirt out,
Hoodie on with the all ballushies on,
Jab you till motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh)
is gone, (What else?)
3-piece is worn,
Hate yall faggot ass niggas scared to death,
Talk shit, when im around yall hold breath,
I make music,
My shit in the city,
But they want me to since Janet showed titty,
"Theres too violence now since Ja Rule and fiddy"
I know no other way but to rap gritty, (Yeah!)
that maybe when im rich, (Fuck that)
But untill then where the fuck is my at up in this bitch?!

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You Can kiss Your Ass (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da

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Warrup nigga, cut up nigga, (Warrup)
Shoe shit to the truck up nigga,
D-Block, howl like a wolf,
your mom i'll throw her child off the roof, (Roof)
Give her head a hundred dollars to towell off the coup,(Clear that up)
on niggas, (Style on niggas)
Beat down we gon pile on niggas, (Get em)
on niggas (La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da)
Thats the for you, (hear it)
betta ask man he ready to die for you (he ready)
We thru tearin the block up, (Tear it up)
We aint gettin up, (Uh-Uh)
mean we even shootin the cops up,
Warrup? (Yeah nigga 2 times)
Warrup,
Now we in the New grind, (New York grind)
Betta that ass goodbye,
Wen im passin by with plastic nines to blast eyes,
riii!

You Can kiss Your Ass (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da

[Sheek
Hey yo, i talk shit like i talk, (Yeah)
Bop how i walk, (Yeah)
And you can tell a nigga is from New York,
And i still got my niggas ready to squeeze,
I dont need cake to see me a couple of g's,
And i dont a loan muhfucker im grown,
I had a 38 i had a phone,
I niggas up before yall little niggas started to bone, (Woo)
It's that sheek louch shit niggas tryna clone,
be real,
the muhfucker with a deal, (Nah)
Probly had a fight,
No guns, of that,
know im right, (Yeah)
I say to my son,
Give my moms a little cake,
And my moms a little something i go on the run,
pussy niggas try their hand,
Im the door like "daddy's home!" and i aint making a bang,
yall coward niggas dont understand,
YEAH!

You Can Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da
You Can Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Ass Goodbye